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| User: | todd_wiley (549566) Unwilling Angel
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| Name: | Fox Wiley | ||||||||||
| Bio: | Physical description Todd stands in at 6’3 with spiky, medium blond hair and brown eyes. Unbeknownst to him, when he is healing another person, his eyes change to blue then back to their natural color. His eyes will also change color during moments of intense emotion, ie passion, anger or fear. Living a hard life gave his eyes a hard edge that can be sexy or intimidating. He works out frequently and it shows, with a toned body and a chiseled physique. His wardrobe is filled with mostly ripped denim, tight black t-shirts and black leather jackets. On occasion he has been known to wear a pair of khakis or dark slacks and a white or dark blue button-up shirt. He is less concerned with appearances and focuses instead on his comfort and personal style. Distinguishing Marks Fox has a tattoo on his back left shoulder of a tribal fox. On his right shoulder, is a scar from a bullet wound he received. Personality Todd has been a rebel from the cradle. He flaunts authority and calls being an angel spawn “an accident of birth”. He equates many of his traits to certain people who had a lasting effect on his life. From his father, he learned how to be charming to the ladies, ruthless in a fight, and use his quick wit to suit him. From his mother side he gained honesty, sincerity, and compassion, though showing it irks him so. Officer Joe taught him confidence and how to work hard. All of these combined into a rather interesting package. He buried what he considered the “weaker” aspects, showing a suave exterior that is confident and defiant. He has a secret fondness for Keats, vanilla pudding and Mozart. Usually he doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him and has difficulty making friends. Those few he has are lifelong. He doesn’t often consider others, and why should he? His motto is to look out for Number One, anything else falls second. He is slow to anger, but once he is, he won’t calm down until the anger has been released physically. He really is not at all thrilled with discovering the angel half of his life, nor knowing that he has to pray. To combat it, he generally waits to pray until he's completely alone and even then he mutters under his breath while swearing at his maker. He wouldn't be caught dead in a church. Background His father, Chase Wiley, met his mother outside of Mulligan’s Sports Bar and Grille in Farmville, VA. Chase was coming in for a drink (or six) and decided instead to pick up the pretty angelic piece standing under the awning. His father laughed when the woman said she was the angel Shekinah, come to guide him. Todd was never told how it was managed, but nine months later, he was born. His mother truly was an angel and stayed earthbound with his father until Todd was born. As soon as the child was weaned, she returned to the heavens and back to her duties. Now saddled with a brat, Chase was bound and determined that no kid was going to hold him back from his life. From an early age, Todd was strapped to a motorcycle and taken around the country, learning more about bars, motorcycles, fights, liquor and women by ten years old than most men knew at twenty. As he grew into his early teens, his father treated him more as a fellow biker than as a son. When Todd was 14, he and his father made their way back to Virginia and their hometown. His father decided that was old enough to be a man and paid for Todd’s first time with a woman, stating that it would be the one chance to learn, so he’d better make use of it. Since his dad had decided to settle for awhile in the area, Chase saw fit to send the lad to school. Todd quickly discovered that teachers, homework and textbooks were not on his “favorites” list. One night after school, he headed to the local college. There were some nice bikes sitting outside in one of the parking lots. Putting his street smarts to good use, he hotwired the motorcycle, but just before he could take off, Officer Joe Bronsky walked around the corner. Todd was arrested, but before he was put in jail, the officer made a deal. If Todd stayed in school and worked in the college café in the afternoon, when he graduated, Officer Joe would give him a motorcycle; it wouldn’t be the best, but it’d be a bike. Seeing nothing to lose, Todd agreed and was released. Todd used the time working to practice his flirting, especially with the cute brunette who made the iced coffees, Kat. He worked hard at his classes and discovered a talent for poetry and physics, and managed to hone his mechanical skills. While working afterschool, Officer Joe often came around and visited, keeping in touch with the child he felt he saved. Over the next four years, the two grew to be friends. Bronsky would look out for Todd, making sure that young Wiley kept his grades up and deposited his checks. The officer came to care for the lad much as a father would a son, and Todd looked at Bronsky as a father figure. Chase Wiley was a friend who let him crash on the old sofa and showed him a good time. Joe Bronsky was the role model who taught Todd there’s more to life than the next bar. After noticing Todd’s luck with the ladies, and his skill with wiggling his way out of a fight with a jealous boyfriend, Bronsky started calling Todd “The Fox”. Eventually, it became so that Todd answered to Fox more so than his given name. Over the next few years, Fox saved his money, so that he could buy the motorcycle he wanted. He graduated in the middle of his class and the day of graduation, Joe walked with Fox down the street to the shop selling motorcycles. Fox had saved up enough to buy the cheapest one on the lot, and while he was inspecting the bikes, Joe spoke with the shopkeeper. After Fox signed the paperwork and handed over his hard-earned money, he was surprised to learn that he was now the proud owner of a 2005 Yamaha V-star 1100 Cruiser. He could manage to pay for only a third of the bike, but Joe Bronsky answered the questioning look. “Consider it a graduation present.” Fox spent the next two years on the road, touring the country, working odd jobs to keep money in his pockets. His life was his own; at least, until one night in Omaha outside of a seedy dive, when a beautiful woman approached him. This wasn’t anything unusual except for the halo. The angel explained she was his mother and told him about his heritage he’d grow into at 21. Healing people, she had said, is an inherent talent of an angel’s child. She told him that he would need to pray daily after his next birthday, and this would keep him healthy and speed his healing, if it was needed. He needed to avoid “unholy objects and grounds” or suffer great pain. Lastly, she instructed him to go to the Tiberius J. Swann Detention Facility in Danvers, Massachusetts. Fox awoke the next morning to a splitting headache and an empty bottle of vodka in his hand. He had a vague recollection of the dream. A blonde woman, no, an angel, had told him something. She was his mother? Shaking his head, then cursing the headache once more, he got up to cure his hangover and hit the road. While driving down the highway, headed east for no good reason, he thought more about his dream. Something about angels, healing and prayer? Scoffing Fox promptly forgot about it and focused on the freedom that came from the open road. He made his way to Richmond, VA and one of his father’s favorite bars. He knew the bartender well by that point and even had a cot in back where he could crash if he wanted. As the bar was closing up one evening in late February, there was a patron that wouldn’t leave. Fox offered to help Mac, the bartender, close up and shuffled over to the bloke. He didn’t take it well and pulled a knife on Fox. In the ensuing scuffle, Fox twisted the knife back on the man and it sank into the added padding of his stomach. The man passed out from the combination of pain and alcohol and fell to the floor. Chase’s son wanted to leave the bastard there, as punishment for pulling the knife, but Joe Bronsky’s friend leaned down and put pressure on the wound. It wasn’t fatal, but a man bleeding on the floor wasn’t good for business, Mac always said. Not wanting to call the authorities, Fox thought about what he could do. While he was mildly panicking, the woman from his dream appeared, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Kneeling next to him, she guided him in healing the man. Slowly, the blood stopped seeping through his fingers and the wound closed. After a moment, Fox cried out, feeling a horrible tearing through his sideFox glanced down and saw a red welt on his side, in the same location where the man had been stabbed. He ran his fingers through his hair and hauled the man outside to a bench to sleep off the liquor. After what he had just done, he took it on faith that Shekinah was who she claimed. Following a long conversation, Shekinah left with Fox’s promise that he would seek out the school, and whatever training he could find. Abilities Fox has the powers inherent to Angel Spawn: the power to heal, as well as being inordinately agile and graceful. This came in handy while learning to fight in the bars he frequented as a child. He has a quick mind and generally uses it to get himself out of troublesome situations, but if he finds a subject or problem that he really enjoys, he will learn all he can about it and become quite skilled. Weaknesses He is unable to heal himself, nor can he touch unholy objects or unholy ground without serious repercussions. He is slow to trust, incredibly selfish, and frequently flaunts authority outside a classroom. He loves to start fights for the hell of it, and will often do so. He flirts with any woman on two legs and it has often gotten him into trouble. | ||||||||||
| Memories: | 80 entries | ||||||||||
| Interests: | 4: bars, bowling and physics, motorcycles, women | ||||||||||
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